Discover what happens after the break-up

How ya doing?

How are you doing? I hate getting the question when I run into someone that knows me and Tina. You don’t want to tell the truth, because well they either feel sorry for you, pity for you, or just stand there uncomfortable. And if I’m like, “I’m great! How the hell are you?” That’s such a big ass lie, I could get struck down by the Lord for saying it.

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There is something to the ‘fake it till you make it’ school of thought. I was quite often “great”, “fantastic”, “wonderful” when anyone asked and you know, it was in the end much better than “sad”, “alive” or “making it through”. It really serves no purpose to be that honest about your feelings except maybe to keep a secret hope alive that somehow Tina will find out you still pine for her. To the odd close friend I would admit to feeling sad, but I tried to even limit that and at least say ‘pretty good’ just as often.

I shared the depth of my feelings with a few very trusted friends who were close to me and the situation. Everyone else received the “fine” and “great” responses. More often than not, those words acted to lift me. There’s no need “dumping” the heaviness of the rest on strangers, coworkers, associates, or those otherwise not very close to your personal life. For me, that would have counted under “wallowing.”

I agree with the above commentators. As well, it serves no purpose, because no woman wants to be with a man who is falling apart (even if he’s falling apart over her!)
NOT that I want to give you any false hope…but…if Tina hears you are fantastic, she’s much more likely to want you back then if she knows you’re moping around like a pathetic lovesick puppy dog.

yeah, yeah, Leah I know. But the only problem is I am a pathetic lovesick puppy dog. So what do I do with that? I guess at some point I may become an supremely, angry junkyard dog, but the hell if I know when.